Today has been wet, but it is destined to get wetter tomorrow. We had a quiet day indoors, for the most part. Urban-Cub had to meet up with Pistol Pete to hand over some papers he needed for his work.
After lunch, the Gorse Fox was getting twitchy for some exercise. It was still raining. This prompted him to go online and see if he could find some suitable waterproof trousers. They wouldn't be much use for today, but could stand him in good stead for the rest of the autumn and winter.
He donned some old trousers and his Gore-Tex jacket and headed out. As he did so, the rain redoubled its efforts. Typical! It was, however, the final squall as the rain moved eastwards. By the time he had completed his first kilometre, the rain had petered out. The Gorse Fox observed that, while was taking his permitted exercise, there seemed to be a daffy-load of "necessary journeys" going on today. The traffic was as heavy as it would have been mid-week before the lockdown. This became more obvious as he saw traffic queueing back from the roundabout along Rowan Way, and along the A29 and A259 along the by-pass and onto the viaduct. Why? Because the queue for the McDonalds' Drive-Thru was blocking the roundabout. Pathetic - for goodness sake how badly do these people need to consume congealing fat and grease in a bun.
He looped into Shripney and down the old highway. Peace. The clouds were lifting. Leaves in their last flush of splendour clung to the branches. Those that hadn't clung hard enough littered the ground.
Back home, with the weather forecast suggesting heavy rain and high winds tomorrow we cleared the furniture off the deck (before the wind did it for us). Hopefully, the landscapers will begin this week and the whole deck will be replaced with tiles.
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